Stan is currently slestering some biscuits in chocolate (he’s too much of a gastro-freak to spread it anywhere else: humph!) We’ve had an afternoon of baking: a flourless chocolate cake and lebkuchen. He took a childlike wonder at the alchemy of egg whites, sugar and whisk-power, in grinding cardamom pods and in stamping out love hearts from the christmas-scented dough.
This certainly isn’t getting my assessment done, which is clanging away in the back of my head: “what about me?” it pleeps, “you seem to enjoy yourself when you’re with me.” Instead of procrastinating in the usual way as I did during my 1st degree (sock ironing, oven cleaning), I seem to have developed a new insidious way of not actually doing what I should be: it’s called doing a literature search. So, I have spent a few weeks reading many extremely interesting articles both in tangible books and electronically, getting to grips with OVID, a massive on-line medical database. I feel almost expert on the causes and social factors of postnatal depression, however of the 2000 words I have to write, I’ve done around 49. My theory is that because I’ve sooked in so much in the way of fascinating information (salutogenesis and cultural iatrogenesis being two of the more fancy-sounding areas I would like to discuss) having to whittle it down to 2000 words is going to be impossible. At least 400 of those words have to address the history of the area in which I did my clinical placement, and services available to its inhabitants. With at least 300 on my chosen subject and their personal circumstances and medical histories, I have 1700 words to explore PND with reference to my subject inside a framework of a model of health